Within gates.
No longer standing.
Bones,
Under roots, under moss, under claws.
Beasts do wander here.
But none call it home.
As the sun.
Drapes heavy over all.
These stones of old lives.
Sit cradled in their graves.
Bathed by.
Aeons of light.
They sing.
Of forgotten names.
Forgotten days.
They sing.
Shrouded by the forest.
Blood hidden in the overgrowth.
Ritual of the ancient.
No longer known.
Buried.
Under roots, under moss, under claws.
The history of titans standing tall.
Sunlight cuts through the trees.
Gutting out the memory of fire.
Of embers, and ashes.
The law of rebirth all must obey.
Marked by words no longer understood.
The shards of bone and iron,
churned the dirt.
All these flowers,
disguise the being.
All these flowers,
born from blood
This sunlight.
Casts eternity.
As it attempts.
Too bleach the memory.
This land breathes.
Talks of things unseen.
Of beings that hide in shadows.
Crawling amongst the ruins.
Under roots, under moss, under claws.
In the overgrowth death walks.
In the trees, in the stone, in the dirt.
The memory talks.
Under roots, under moss, under claws.
These old stones of foundation left alone.
Whisper things of lives now long forgotten.
Of old rites, and the rituals of autumn.
So many bones, left deep within the dirt.
Soaked by blood, now consumed by the moss.
Lying here in restless sleep.
Under roots, under moss, under claws.
36 choice cuts - one from each 2015 LP, plus music from new signings on the mighty and 25-years-strong Relapse label. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 4, 2015
A foreboding black-doom metal dirge, meditating on a dark world caked in ash, resulting from all the Earth’s nuclear arsenal detonating at once. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 14, 2018